The Horns

I'm the knife on the throat of your father,

Your son and your holy ghost

I'm the bastard son

The spawn of god

The pretender to the throne

In the shadows of the horns,

The world is that ablaze

Nation after nation,

Going down in flames

Angel of mercy you sound

Like a broken record reapeating

You curse you turn the ofter

Cheek hell, it unfurls

Salvation set in reverse